reaching
im reaching for love
always reaching and always
its just outta reach
like when the one you love is locked in the solitary cell across from yours and you can only look at each other through the little window
and smile and blow kisses and speak your own crude form of sign language.
maybe, maye, maybe,
this time it'll work out.
i just want to be there, not here.
i want real.
i want now.
i want another drink.
always reaching and always
its just outta reach
like when the one you love is locked in the solitary cell across from yours and you can only look at each other through the little window
and smile and blow kisses and speak your own crude form of sign language.
maybe, maye, maybe,
this time it'll work out.
i just want to be there, not here.
i want real.
i want now.
i want another drink.
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